Qin Wuyong's eyes were sharp, he reluctantly swallowed the food in his mouth, and pointed the opening of the bun towards the recorder,
"Look, everyone, although I have never eaten it, Brother Wuyong can definitely tell you that these Buryat buns are definitely very authentic."
"Judging from the bite I took just now, the fillings in the bag include horse meat, mutton, pork belly or horse belly... maybe some intestines, with wild onions and the taste of leeks, which are similar to
The records about Buryat buns match.”
"As you can see, these shiny bright yellow soups are all horse meat fat. Excellent horse meat fat will show a slight yellow color. Well, I also felt the power of the source from inside, which means that this bun is made of
The meat of exotic animals, I think, must be wild horses in the wilderness."
Passers-by around him stopped to watch, and soon became engrossed.
"There are not too many seasonings in the buns. I only tasted salt and soy sauce. The stall owner used a ratio of wild onions and wild leeks to neutralize the fishy smell of the meat and intestines. This approach is very clever.
It was also very successful... But I think that wild onions and wild leeks alone are not enough to remove the fishy smell so cleanly. There must be something I don't know about... I will try it again..."
Qin Wuyong didn't just take a bite. Within ten seconds, two buns went into his stomach.
"Hey, hey, don't just eat for yourself, think about the feelings of the onlookers!"
"That's right."
"I regret that I rewarded so much that I changed this product to a Recorder III. The picture quality is so good, I am so hungry for it."
Qin Wuyong raised his head and said, "Master Ru, Brother Wuyong really can't find fault with this bun."
Qin Wuyong has an average appearance. There are no adjectives such as handsome to describe him. It can only be said that his face is very clean, not white enough, but he does not have any wrinkles or unkempt beard.
However, he eats very seriously, with no major chewing movements visible, but his speed is not slow.
While eating, he talked about his feelings, guessed about the production techniques, and explained the origins. His so-called audience didn't know what to do, but the customers attracted around the stall couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
"Boss, bring me a basket of steamed buns."
"I, I want two cages."
"I also..."
Lin Chou was in a hurry after steaming fifteen steamed buns, so she had to continue to cook the noodles.
Qin Wuyong said seriously, "If I were to give this... uh, your surname is Lin, the boss?"
"My name is Lin Chou."
"Well, if I were to rate the Buryat buns made by Boss Lin, I think I would give it nine points. Of course, the full score is ten."
Everyone smiled kindly, and Qin Wuyong also laughed and asked, "Boss Lin, can you tell me what specific ingredients are used to make these buns? ... If it's inconvenient, forget it."
Lin Chou smiled and said, "It's nothing inconvenient. It's just mutton mince, horse meat, horse intestines, sheep intestines, big wild onions, wild leeks and small red onions."
Qin Wuyong frowned, "What kind of sheep and horses does Boss Lin use?"
"The mutton is yellow sheep, the horse meat is wild horses in the wilderness, and the intestines are from swamp fox sheep."
Qin Wuyong's eyes lit up, "Could it be that the stench from before came from Boss Lin?"
"..."
"That's not right. I have eaten the meat and offal of swamp fox sheep. The fishy and silt-like smell is always lingering, but the texture is nothing to say. How did Boss Lin get rid of the fishy smell on the sheep intestines?
?”
"Use wine, snake wine."
Qin Wuyong said, "It's absolutely impossible. What kind of wine can have such power? Could it be medicinal wine brewed with high-level snakes and exotic animals?"
"It's not a high-level one, just a second-level black-toothed lizard."
Qin Wuyong's eyes widened and he murmured, "The gains outweigh the losses, so how much do you have to pay?"
A bright golden barrage rolled across the monitor. Qin Wuyong was stunned, and the expression on his face was no longer very good-looking.
After calming down, I remembered the question that had just crossed my mind, "Boss Lin, I heard that you opened a small restaurant in the wilderness to provide food for hunters?"
"Yes."
Qin Wuyong said, "Oh, one more thing... Let me see what he said... It turns out that Boss Lin is the chef who once defeated Master Xue of Bafanglou. He is really secretive."
The crowd was in an uproar,
"Defeat Master Xue?"
"I have heard about this. There was a young man named Lin who competed with Master Xue. Master Xue was defeated. The young man took away the Lutai Fengxin sign, and the Jiushan Palace was renamed Bafanglou."
"Is this this young man?"
Lin Chou said calmly, "I don't want to be a chef. I'm just a cook. I have nothing to hide."
Qin Wuyong cupped his hand and said, "Boss Lin is too polite. I am entrusted by others to be loyal to others. I have a cooking question that I would like to ask Boss Lin for advice."
"I..."
Drop, "If you are not jealous, you are a mediocre person. A real warrior dares to face the bleak life and the dripping blood. As a man who is the future god of cooking in the apocalypse, he should accept any form of challenge, respond to it, and fight back."
MD knows that there is no free advertising, "Please tell me."
Qin Wuyong handed over his hand again, with a bit of shame on his face, "I'm sorry, I have an audience member who lived with his great-grandmother in his early years. His great-grandmother once made a kind of wonton for him to eat, uh...the following are his original words:
The skin of wontons is as thin as white paper, its color is like jade, its texture is soft, tender, tough and strong. The fillings are mainly wild vegetables, but it tastes like meat. Later, when his great-grandmother passed away, he never had the opportunity to taste this kind of wontons.
There was no one who could make or know about the wontons in Mingguang. He missed it very much... He wanted to know if Boss Lin could restore this kind of wontons. As an audience, I was willing to pay three million for circulation, just to taste the taste of those days... Well,
He is on his way here now."
Lin Chou raised his eyebrows, interesting.
The crowd had already exploded,
"You're so fucking crazy, three million, just for a bowl of wontons..."
"Can you understand the world of rich people?"
"You don't need 3 million, but I'll give you 3000, and the wontons will be served immediately with both hands. Aren't they just wontons stuffed with wild vegetables? Just use broth and noodles."
Qin Wuyong shook his head, "Everyone, it's not that simple. Chaos skins are mostly soft and thin. Using ordinary noodles to make wonton skins simply cannot achieve the effect of being as white as jade, tough and strong. And this audience specifically mentioned
However, he was still young at that time. When he was playing, he stretched out the whole wonton wrapper and hung it in the air. He could put a pound of marbles on it without breaking. Even after taking it off, there were no dents, which shows its toughness."
"Yes, who has never seen wonton wrappers? They are soft and soft, and the color can be similar at best. As for the toughness, it is impossible."
"A large piece of chaos skin is spread out, and a pound of weight is placed on top? There is not even a dent? Nonsense!"
"That's right, you, the audience, are sincerely trying to make things difficult for me."